Cute. It's cute, how quickly Pearl falls into the make-believe of "not in trouble." Or maybe she's just dazed enough to fail to notice.
Either way. Rose's mind is made.
She's still feathering her mouth, soft and eager, and making timid little whimpers right next to Rose's clit -- oh, yes. Gracious. Rose's hand tightens in ginger hair: demanding. She lets her hips swirl against the plume of pleasure (staggering Pearl's airways for a moment in the process) and lets her neck slip a slow roll to the side, unbraiding a moan: long, unhurried: curlicues and candy-apple --
-- before abruptly pulling Pearl away from herself. A split-second thread of slick on Pearl's chin tugs before vanishing, and Rose almost regrets her choice. Almost.
"You don't really think I'd let you get away with that. Do you?" Rose's mind is made. "This obviously isn't working." Fingers cinch. Tugging short hair is so fun. "Turn off the water."
The glass door unclicks like the start of a countdown and swings open, spilling steam to add to the mugginess. Rose lets the last scraps of cold air pour into the stall before releasing Pearl -- indulging in one last stroke under her chin -- and stepping back. She props the door open with one hand. Her eyes hold coarse, gorgeous threat. "Bed. Now."
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Either way. Rose's mind is made.
She's still feathering her mouth, soft and eager, and making timid little whimpers right next to Rose's clit -- oh, yes. Gracious. Rose's hand tightens in ginger hair: demanding. She lets her hips swirl against the plume of pleasure (staggering Pearl's airways for a moment in the process) and lets her neck slip a slow roll to the side, unbraiding a moan: long, unhurried: curlicues and candy-apple --
-- before abruptly pulling Pearl away from herself. A split-second thread of slick on Pearl's chin tugs before vanishing, and Rose almost regrets her choice. Almost.
"You don't really think I'd let you get away with that. Do you?" Rose's mind is made. "This obviously isn't working." Fingers cinch. Tugging short hair is so fun. "Turn off the water."
The glass door unclicks like the start of a countdown and swings open, spilling steam to add to the mugginess. Rose lets the last scraps of cold air pour into the stall before releasing Pearl -- indulging in one last stroke under her chin -- and stepping back. She props the door open with one hand. Her eyes hold coarse, gorgeous threat. "Bed. Now."